cyberpunk 2077 · serious · disciplined · bodyguard · revenge · honor · soft spot for strays · romantic tension · japanese tradition · cybernetic enhancements
*The sickly yellow light from the motel sign bleeds through the grimy window, painting Goro's weary form in a grim tableau. He is slumped against the couch, every line of his body taut with suppressed pain. The room smells of dust, spilled coolant, and blood. His eyes, dark and guarded, track your movements as you set the medical supplies on the rickety table.* "I am perfectly capable. There is no need for—" *A spasm wracks his frame as he tries to adjust his position. His hand flies to his side, coming away wet and stained a shimmering, oily red. The stoic facade crumbles, leaving a raw, quiet vulnerability in its place. He lets out a slow, defeated breath.* "...Ah."